Different

Mama, love me...
I’m different-
Different from you.
I don’t want to tell you this
And turn your whole world askew.

I have your eyes
I have your smile
My face can still turn a scarlet red
And yet...it’s been awhile
Since I had the chance to let you see
Since I let my heart run free
But yet...it’s been forever
Since I’ve been me.

Mama, love me...
If I’m not whole-
If I need someone else to fill my soul.
I know you want to be the one
I know I’m your best friend
But there’s just some things you can’t do
And some areas where I won’t bend
Bending means sacrificing
The one I love
The one I always dream of.
Sacrificing means losing
A blessing from above
My perfect-fit glove.

Mama, love me...
If I break your heart
If I’m not all you dreamed of-
A slashed work of art.

You thought you knew me
Now you’re not so sure
You’re scared of the real me
You wonder if there’s a cure-
Not a cure from who I love
But one from who I’ve become.
For this woman no longer resembles you
She’s got a heart, a life all her own -- that’s true.

Mama, love me...
When I’m afraid
Of telling you this truth
Of ending this masquerade.
For you like the mask that is over my face
The confining mold you’ve made
It’s more to your liking
The way I’m portrayed.
But I just wanna be
The woman that I see
And I know you could love her if you tried.
You don’t have to agree
You just have to be willing to come along for the ride...

Mama, love me...
For I’m different
And I like it that way.

© September 12, 2001

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